BB: Well, here we are gang! I'd like to remind you all to forget about the HBO cameras that have invaded our homes and lockerrooms causing great disturbance, bringing us the plague and seven years of horrible luck. So thanks for that!
(Inhales a large papa johns pizza)
BB: Now fellas look here on this pizza, only 1 topping! Can you believe it! So, we have gathered here this afternoon to meet and discuss a few things. Now I know I shouted a little bit last week, dropped a few F bombs! Woops! Sorry son! Anyways, I'm going to try to clean up my act...
BB: DAMMIT SASHA LISTEN FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!! Well shit, that didn't go too well, okay, so anyone have any thoughts on what we can do to improve here? I mean jesus christ guys, the fucking thrashers are about to pass us in the standing! Mikey, how about you any thoughts?
BB: Who?!? Oh yeah that guy, we put him on injured reserve. Okay so my idea, SINCE YOU ARE ALL MORONS, is to look at who's been winning lately? Anyone guess? Of course not, IDIOTS, our very own HERSHEY BEARS! Now lest I remind you they've taken the last two calder cups! Something huh, did you know I worked there before I came here? They were great! We won all the fucking time.
MG52: Yeah its the minors coach.
BB: Shut up pretty boy and get back to the trainers office! Okay, now, I'm tired of being so fucking pissed off all the time! Okay, now lets all settle the fuck down here.
OV: (whispering to backis who is jamming his ipod) Why coach so pissed?
BACKIS: (shouting too loudly over his headphones) HES MAD CAUSE FLASHYS GONE!
BB: WHAT WAS THAT? I SAID PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION!
(loud giant footsteps are heard pounding on the ceiling above. They are then heard marching down a flight of stairs and grow even louder until the room door slams open)
Ted: HOSDFSEEENENE !!! OGngannhhuthhh freeemadddnnn seell!!!!
(GMGM slithers from behind the behemoth)
GMGM: Fellas, hello greetings, having a fine afternoon. (smacks his lips and pauses for 18 minutes) I see you are all gathered today, I think what Ted is trying to say is (glares at the coach for a half hour) that we are deeply disappointed in recent events.
Ted: haadhahaaaaa geeoroggeyyyy, ighummphh themmbereee's tay!
GMGM: Ha! So true sir, okay guys! or I will ship you all out just like Jagr!
BB: Listen, guys, excuse us would you?
(The team sulk past and head out of the room)
BB: Listen George, Ted, I really need the ability to speak to the fellas without the threat of interruption! I am really having a hard time getting my fucking point across!
Ted: LOOoooooo! hsssssshheehreeee brrruuuuceeeyy, uyoussssseheee angttt adafs.]sdfsa ?
BB: What?!
GMGM: Well?
BB: Are you serious? was that a question?!
(meanwhile in the practice bench)
OV: Dude I just got a fresh ounce, gotta come by fifa night rahhhh!
Backis: Excellent! huh huh, cool!
MG52: Yo! dat shit dank bro?
OV: Yes man, straight dank!
